Sword of Daybreaker

A surprise, a surprise that has crawled in the depths of the dark earth for a whole year, is drilling out of the rocks and soil on the border between the Black Forest and the belt plain with a shocking posture like a natural disaster, and is present in those swarming from the wasteland. And the aberration body out of the eyes of the army.

The deep rumbling of the earth, the entire southern border of the Dark Mountains, is constantly shaking. In the depths of the dark soil, in the stratum structure that humans cannot detect, the huge plant structure that has spread all the way from the Sorin Plain has long been drilled. Out of countless amazing tunnels and openings, these things that do not know whether they should be counted as roots or vines ate the soil and stones all the way, and drew additional energy from the biomass conversion plants and storage tanks set up along the way. It has been growing in the past months, and has accumulated strength for the ground breaking today. Now, the time to break the ground and embrace the sun has finally arrived. The "remote branches" of these giant Thorin trees...began to unwind their structures on the ground.

The thorny vines and wooden pickets shredded the ground. From the southern advancement base of the Cecilians to the dark mountain pass at the junction of Typhon and Cecil, countless plant structures were cracking from one place at a time at a crazy speed. And the caves swarmed out, those huge "roots" that came out were chilling, looking from a distance, even as the earth grew out of countless tentacles of ecstasy dancing in an instant, they were in the air like seaweed under the dim sky Stretching and shaking crazily, all the roads leading to the dark mountains were blocked in the blink of an eye.

The army of deformed bodies in front of them sent back the last sight they saw before they died. The terrible scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the dark druid Bertlyme. He saw the dark green or dark brown root tentacles. Out of the ground, sweeping the nearby aberrations and various mutant creatures in a predator's posture. Those vines pierced the monsters' flesh and blood and rolled up their bodies. The huge power can even make the weaker creatures directly burst into a mass of rottenness. Meat, those vines wrapped around the dying aberration beasts and a mixture of flesh and blood, dragging them one after another into the huge mouths that suddenly split on the surface, and in those dark and deep cracks, Bertram saw countless Wriggling and rubbing teeth, tumbling and crushing muscles, and boiling and bubbling digestive juice pools.

The entire belt plain underground... is a digestive organ with a width of hundreds of kilometers, a hungry stomach with teeth based on underground caves and huge biological structures. This huge digestive system is already hungry here. It has been a long, long time, and now...everything in the wasteland will eventually send a huge amount of food to this hungry stomach.

Soon, these foods will be transformed into a new source of biomass for the green forest barrier, and a new body, siblings, for the wildly gushing "plant forest sea"!

A chill that had been forgotten by him for hundreds of years finally came out from the depths of his limbs and hundreds of skeletons. Bertram felt that every inch of his bark and every branch was shaking in the cold wind, and was finally wiped out. In the pictures sent back by several aberrations, he saw that the roots emerging from the ground were rapidly hardening and deforming. Their sky-facing structures quickly became like towering giant trees, and those giant trees not only became protections. The green barrier of the mortal world, at the same time, they are also opening their green leaves to greedily soak up the sunlight, and continue to copy and spread their roots, making the line of defense more stable.

And more terrifying than this scene is the voice that links into his spirit!

Ever since the Aberration Corps in front came into contact with the green forest barrier, they have been passing into their minds through certain neural links, a vaguely familiar but extremely chilling female voice!

"You are scared, I can smell your fear, Bertram... It's funny, I have been'worked' with you for hundreds of years, and for hundreds of years I have regarded you and your deformed compatriots as great Honorable comrades who are willing to sacrifice for their careers, you say that you are fearless in the wasteland, and you say that the survival of the world is your noblest pursuit... But now you are commanding a frenzied and dirty army to attack us, and you are After a little frustration, shivering in fear... Bertlem, am I so scary?"

That voice was continuously transmitted into his brain through the nerve nodes permeating the depths of the earth and running on the battlefield. The dark druid shook his branches, desperately urging the guards beside him to **** him as far as possible from this place. Deep in the wasteland of the area, at the same time an angry roar in his mind: "Bertila! You freak more deformed than us! You monster more disgusting than the deformed one! You stand by those lower creatures In the camp, you gnaw the dirt underground to build a barrier for them, but you are still a freak, and you will have no place in that so-called'civilized country'! You are... a traitor among the evolvers!"

"I need to correct you, Bertram," Bertila's voice continued to pierce the nervous system of the dark priest like a sharp awl, and there seemed to be great irony in the calm narration. "These so-called inferior things in your eyes Creatures have already defeated the mad gods in frontal confrontations and ended the famine that permeated the plains of the Holy Spirit within two years. They have allied with the dragons, reconciled with the gods, and cracked the truth of the entire universe in the kingdom of God. I am afraid there is nothing in this world People are qualified to call them "lower creatures", and you worry about my place in a civilized country... I am afraid you will be disappointed. I am full of new friends here, a race that even gods dare to kill. , Their knowledge is not as shallow as you think..."

The tremor from the depths of the earth came again, and there was a thunderous sound near the extinguished magnificent wall in the distance, and another living forest rose from the depths of the earth, and the shaking tentacles and vines ate the neighborhood. The deformable bodies and wasteland monsters that can be contacted began to transform in situ, forming layer after layer of protection, and beside this rapidly forming "forest", the deafening noise began to roar again.

That was the main gun of the "General Winter" armored train roaring. As the human line of defense stabilized, the terrifying steel fortress had once again begun to project cannonballs in the direction of the Gondor Wasteland. The powerful cannonballs it fired fell on Outside the "predation range" of the "living forest barrier", all the monsters who had escaped the predation of the living forest were slaughtered.

Half of the main force of the Legion forward has been buried in the continuous artillery fire and the stomach acid tumbling from the living forest. The astonishing loss of the nerve signal feedback made Bertram's eyes cracked.

"Bertila!" He stopped in anger, turned and glared at the living forest standing on the edge of the magnificent wall, which had completely blocked the gap, and he felt his heterogeneous nervous system literally boiled in anger. "After all, your posture is just a mutant monster like ours! Do you think you are a great savior?!"

"There has never been a savior, all mortals are saving themselves, Brother Gao Wen told me," the tingling in the nervous system hit again, Berthila's voice pierced into Bertram's mind, "and the so-called Monsters... my former colleagues, sometimes only monsters... are the best to fight against monsters. The Cecilians have always admired practicality..."

Bertram turned and left, and quickly moved deeper into the wasteland under the protection of the guards. He threw down half of his troops and asked them to attract the Cecil's artillery, and then continued to move into the wasteland. After some distance, he finally felt that his nervous system was gradually recovering, and the constant sting began to weaken.

This phenomenon gave him a sigh of relief: Although the living forest looks terrifying, her power can only be maintained in a fixed area like a plant. Although the forest obviously has the ability to spread, she spreads. The speed is limited by the biomass reserves and her own structure, and she cannot run into the wasteland to chase herself.

A strong enemy who can't move is not a strong enemy.

At this moment, Bertram was truly relaxed, even deliberately letting himself relax too much. He seemed to use this way to temporarily forget the horror of the living forest, and forget the horror of the front-line aberrations. The pain of tearing the teeth underground, the constant dissolution of the stomach sac of the living forest, and most importantly...forgetting the terrible failure of losing half of the forward army.

He stopped in a low-lying land. The towering rugged rocks around him blocked the cold wind on the wasteland. He seemed to hear faint sounds, the loud noises of cannonballs falling and the chewing of living forests. , And in these sounds like the residual phantom pain in the nervous system, he heard an intermittent, already very faint whispering whispering invisibly

"Run as much as you can... go back to your nest... but we will find you after all, Bertram... I still lack an after-dinner dessert on the far side of my body, and there is a corner in my stomach that is still for you and Borken. stay…"

…

In front of the half-buried communication bunker, Fendier was stunned to watch the astonishing changes on the battlefield. He looked in the direction of the dark mountain and saw a lush dense jungle standing in the wind. The jungle was so luxuriant that It is impossible to imagine that the land was barren and scorched not long ago; in the dark shadows deep in the jungle, you can see some still twisting and creeping roots and vines wandering fast, while they calm the surrounding land, while In the process of rapid tissue transformation, it changes into bushes, flowers, and berry bushes in the forest.

Fendi recognized those berry bushes and bushes. He had visited Solinburg. Similar berries and bushes can be seen everywhere in that miraculous land, which is a very important local economic product.

The young Marquis of the North had already guessed a lot of things. He looked down at the emerald green vine on the ground near the gate of the fortification and the few small flowers that had just bloomed on the ground next to him. He couldn't help muttering softly, "This is really... what."

He could not guess the complete plan of the emperor, but he could guess that it should be a hole card, and it was a hole card that was forced to be turned over in advance. The attack on the sentry tower by the army was a sudden situation, a magnificent wall. The extinction of is not in the plan, so this "living forest" that suddenly rose to block the gap shouldn't have been to deal with this time, this card should have other uses, but now...

The extinguishment of the magnificent wall made Ms. Bertila, who was sneaking into the depths of the wasteland, had to get out in advance and exposed to the enemy as a living forest.

Fendier shook his head and didn't let his thoughts go deeper. This is not something he can think about now.

The excitement and impulse when they first joined the army has been cooled by reality. This vast, uncontrollable battlefield beyond the knowledge taught in school allows young people to clearly realize that the real frontline of this era is different from what they imagined. .

At this moment, a humming sound came out of the bunker, mixed with the rustle of signal interference.

Fendier and the correspondents he led quickly looked at each other, turned and ran into the bunker.

The Monet terminal that was urgently repaired was emitting a vague and intermittent broadcast sound, and the voice from the front-line command center was broadcasting to all the soldiers on the entire defense line.

The content of the broadcast requires the soldiers to take advantage of the short breathing time to take a quick rest. All ministries report losses, transport the wounded, reorganize the team, abandon the magnificent wall that has been completely extinguished and cannot be restarted, and rebuild with the "green forest barrier" that has just appeared. Line of defense.

The general did not give an order to counterattack and advance the wasteland in this sudden "victory", which made Fendier breathe a sigh of relief.

The retreat of the Aberrant Corps is only a partial appearance. What is hidden under the partial appearance is the possibility that the entire magnificent wall will be out of control except for the Cecil Line of Defense. What's more, the living forest can’t be just like ordinary military units. go.

Stabilizing and strengthening the line of defense is the current top priority, and a successful counterattack is the next thing to consider.

"Sir..." A soldier's voice came from the side, interrupting Fendier's thinking. The soldier looked a little nervously at the "forest" that was swaying slightly in the wind, and muttered cautiously. "This forest... is it really our ally?"

"...The army of the empire is changing with each passing day, and sometimes some unexpected friendly units pop up suddenly," Fendier did not know how to explain what he had guessed to the soldier, and could only force it with a weird expression. Said, "It's fine when you get used to it. I have learned even stranger things in the noncommissioned academy..."

"Yeah?" The soldier twitched his mouth, but he couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at the forest not far away. He whispered, "Then this is a bit too strange..."

"Don't talk about it, all the above orders have come down," Fendier shook his head helplessly, and said with a sigh, "Let's go back to the headquarters to report...I have a hunch that all this has just begun."

…

The "living forest" that popped up near the tower of Sentinel No. 98 is not only visible to Cecils and Aberrations.

Its scale and scope are so large that it even spread to the vicinity of the Typhon's line of defense.

To the east of the "Green Forest Barrier", at the top of a dangerous mountain ridge, Andesa Wendell, dressed in a big cloak, was standing in the cold wind, staring at the "forest" that blocked the gap in the barrier.

"The Cecil...what did this happen again?"

She suddenly felt that the changes in this world had made herself a little bit unable to understand.